There Are No Heroes

Hendrik stood at the edge of a towering building, the dark night enveloping the city below. The biting wind cut through his skin, but he didn’t care.

Thoughts of his late mother haunted every corner of his mind, suffocating his chest with unbearable guilt. He gazed down at the city lights, shimmering like dead stars in a sea of darkness.

“It’s finally over,” he murmured softly.

His hands trembled as he wiped away the relentless stream of tears. He took a step forward, half of his body already past the edge.

But before he could surrender himself to the void, a blinding flash of light tore through the sky. A deafening explosion roared like a thousand thunders striking at once. His body jerked backward, and he collapsed onto the rooftop, gasping for breath.

“WHAT WAS THAT?!” he shouted, staring upwards.

The night sky had split open. A massive rift appeared in the darkness, radiating an overwhelming light that pulled everything toward it.

Hendrik struggled to hold on, gripping the edge of the roof, but the force was too strong.

His body was sucked in. The howling wind and his scream merged into one as he spiraled through the void. A chilling cold pierced him to the bone.

When he finally crashed down, Hendrik regained consciousness in a completely different place. He winced in pain, his body aching all over.

Around him, the world looked like the remnants of destruction. The sky was gray, filled with swirling black clouds. The ground was cracked, reeking of ash, and the ruins of a fallen city stretched as far as he could see.

“Where… am I?” he whispered hoarsely, staring at his surroundings in horror.

Suddenly, a deep voice echoed behind him.

“Get up, human. This is no place to die so easily.”

Hendrik turned swiftly, only to find a towering figure clad in dark armor, wielding a sword larger than his entire body.

The figure stepped closer, grinning. "Welcome to this world, young man. A world that has already perished."

Before Hendrik could process what was happening, another roar echoed. From behind the ruins, savage creatures emerged—grotesque hybrids of humans and beasts, their sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. Their eyes locked onto Hendrik, drool dripping from their mouths as if he were their next meal.

"Survive if you can," the armored figure said, stepping back with a cold laugh.

"Don't go! Help me!" Hendrik shouted, but before he could react, the monsters lunged toward him from all directions.

They moved fast, like living shadows. Their screeches blended with deep, guttural growls, filling the air with a chilling horror. Hendrik turned around, his breath hitching at the sight of glistening fangs bared in the faint light.

"Oh, for God's sake! What the hell is this?! Am I trapped in a horror movie?!" he screamed hoarsely.

His instincts kicked in—he had to run. His legs moved on their own, sprinting across the uneven ground, past rubble and gaping holes. His heart pounded wildly, his breath came in ragged gasps, as if the air itself had turned scarce.

The terrain was treacherous, but fear drove him forward. Still, the creatures were too fast.

Hendrik glanced back—and that was when he saw them. Some of the monsters had leaped toward him, claws outstretched, jaws gaping, ready to tear him apart.

He stumbled. His body slammed against the ground, pain jolting through him.

"Is this... the end?" he thought, trembling, his breath shallow. All he could do was watch as the creatures drew closer, their faces now clearer—their glowing red eyes brimming with malice.

"Am I really going to die this time?" he whispered, surrendering to the inevitable. The world seemed to freeze in a suffocating stillness.

Just as the monsters pounced, a sudden burst of red, green, and blue light streaked down from the sky, striking the ground with immense force.

A massive explosion rocked the earth, sending shockwaves in all directions. The creatures were flung away, their piercing screams echoing as their bodies crashed into the ruins, torn apart by the impact.

Hendrik collapsed, his entire body trembling between awe and terror. His eyes widened as he gazed at the glowing circle that now surrounded him.

From within the radiant light, three figures slowly emerged, standing tall with an overwhelming aura that made the very air around them vibrate.

"Thank God, I'm alive," Hendrik gasped, still panting. His gaze locked onto the three mysterious figures.

"Whoa... that was insane. They look so cool. But... are they even human?"

The figure’s eyes burned red like embers.

“Who… are you?” Hendrik asked, trying to move away, but his body was too weak to respond.

The first figure, glowing red like roaring flames, stepped forward with a towering, muscular frame. His eyes burned like embers, and the scorching heat radiating from him seemed to ignite the very air around him.

The second figure, bathed in a serene blue light, hovered effortlessly above a shifting platform of water. His hair shimmered like the ocean’s surface, and every movement he made exuded a calming, tranquil presence.

The third figure, emanating a vibrant green glow, stood firm, his body entwined with twisting roots and vines. His eyes carried a profound stillness, yet the sheer weight of his presence pressed down like an immovable mountain.

A monstrous roar shattered the silence. The creatures rose from the rubble, seething with rage, their primal instincts overriding any fear of the overwhelming power they had just witnessed. Without hesitation, they lunged forward once more.

Hendrik stood frozen, his mind blank, his body refusing to move.

The red figure struck first. He slammed his hands against the ground, and in an instant, a blazing inferno erupted outward, devouring everything in its path. The flames spread like a living beast, engulfing the creatures in searing heat. Their screams echoed as their bodies disintegrated into nothing but drifting ashes.

The blue figure followed. Gliding effortlessly atop a rushing current that appeared from nowhere, he moved with an elegance that was almost hypnotic. With a single motion of his hand, the water twisted and morphed into countless spears of ice. The frozen lances shot forward, piercing through the approaching monsters with deadly precision. Within moments, dozens of creatures were turned into icy statues, their bodies shattering into shards with the slightest impact.

Then, the green figure stepped forward. He stomped his foot against the earth, and from beneath him, massive roots and vines exploded forth, writhing and twisting like living serpents. They lashed out, impaling the remaining creatures, lifting them into the air before slamming them down with unrelenting force. The final cries of the beasts faded into the night as their lifeless bodies crumpled to the ground.

Hendrik gaped in sheer disbelief, his entire body trembling from the spectacle he had just witnessed.

"What the hell…? They… They’re not human. There’s no way they’re human."

The three figures stood amidst the ruins, their gazes fixed on Hendrik with an expression he couldn't quite decipher. Their radiant auras shimmered in the dim light, making him feel insignificant, as if he were nothing more than dust before such overwhelming power.

The Encounter with the Three Saviors

Hendrik was still gasping for breath, struggling to process what had just happened, when the red-glowing figure approached him. With a wide grin, the man with flame-like hair conjured a small fireball in his palm.

“Wow! That was awesome, wasn’t it? Look at my fire power! Cool, huh? Oh, almost forgot! Name’s Blazz!” he announced confidently, twirling the fireball in his hand as if putting on a show.

Before Hendrik could respond, the blue-glowing figure let out a sigh and stepped forward. “Stop that, Blazz. You’re going to scare him with your antics.” With a swift motion of his hand, a burst of water suddenly erupted, drenching Blazz from head to toe.

“Hah?!” Blazz gasped, his grin instantly replaced by a deep scowl.

The blue figure flicked back his long, silk-like hair, his calm eyes meeting Hendrik’s. “I’m Ariel. Apologies for our noisy friend here.”

“Ugh, my bad,” Blazz muttered, scratching his soaked head as water dripped from his hair.

Meanwhile, the green-glowing figure stood a little behind them, rubbing his hands together awkwardly. His face turned red as he hesitated for a moment before speaking. “U-um… my name is Luna. Hehe,” he introduced himself with a shy smile.

Hendrik, still reeling from the events that had just transpired, finally gathered the courage to respond. He raised a hand awkwardly before offering a small smile. “Ah… yeah. Nice to meet you, Blazz, Ariel, and Luna. Thank you. I wouldn’t have made it without you.”

The three figures returned his smile, but before the conversation could continue, a sudden gust of cold wind swept through the area.

From the distance, beyond the shadows of the crumbling ruins, a dark-armored figure stood motionless, watching them.

His eyes burned like embers, filled with frustration and malice. “Those three little brats… ruined my plan,” he muttered in a deep, menacing voice.

His fists clenched tight before he turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a trail of black mist that slowly faded into the night.